Alka gazed at the scene between the two gigantic stone pillars.
The dim world, filled with lightning, thunder, and raging waves, was akin to Hell.
The most severe sea storms in their world were merely comparable to this.
And perhaps this was the norm there.
They would charge into that storm and then head towards the boundless world.
Gazing at the scene ahead, Alka turned to look at his companions behind him.
"Everyone! Are you ready?"
Everyone stared at the world of churning waves.
No one answered.
A flickering Silver Light emanated from the crow's nest, where Chadite stretched out her right hand, raising it in a clenched fist.
The flickering Silver Light shone from her right fist, representing her determination.
Pororo simply spread his arms wide and laughed heartily. "This is the place I've always wanted to go! To charge through this fierce storm, to conquer it—this is the Ocean's trial!"
"Then what are we waiting for? Charge!"
